This is a song about "Little white boyz"

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Baby, you got that super bass

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

So we can live again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Why are the little kids having little kids

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white